Like Nothing Happened

As I idly watched her browsing the selection, I noticed that she was going... lower. The more she inspected the clothes, the more she bent down, making her but inch towards the counter. It became apparent that, although she had a belt on, it was quite loose, and her shapely jeans began to strain under the ****. Finally, they began to relent, moving downwards as she rocked her body left and right, humming a tune from the store radio. When it seemed that the jeans were to stop just at the rim of her panties, her glutes suddenly condensed in an unearthly fashion, sliding right through the squeeze and bursting through the top, panties on display. All the while she was unaware.

"Ah, here we go. I just got this cleaned a few days ago" she said, bending straight up, her jeans falling down. Clad only in panties, she walked towards me as natural as possible, her legs kicking the pants off of her feet in an independent motion.

"Will these do?"

"Seem okay to me." I remarked, making sure to keep my eyes on her face. I needed to inspect a tad more."By any chance do you have those trousers? Maybe they would look better, on second thought."

She sighed, and went back to the clothes. As she stood, I admired her panty-clad ass as she did her work, the muscles flexing with each bend. Then slowly, her legs begin to inch apart, until a considerable gap had formed. The muscles in her thighs and pelvis compressed simultaneously, making her panties loosen and fall to the ground. She was bottomless in the matter of a minute.

I was curious as to how TD would advance the action from here, but I was more than happy with his current results.

Still unaware of her missing clothes, the girl's legs suddenly closed and crossed. After a moment of fidgeting...

"I have to use the bathroom; be right back." she said, scampering behind the clothes rack, her bounteous behind bouncing like it had a mind of its own.

"Well, that was a piece of cake" I thought to myself, waiting for TD's successful return.